My Dead Man

[TheLadyBlue]

I have a dead man in my chair
He sits and waits, he even stares
I don’t know why he is with me
But he seems happy as can be

I have a dead man on my back
He’s heavy as a brick filled sack
He whispers in my ear all day
I wonder if he means to stay

I have a dead man on the couch
He never seems to bend or slouch
But at the end of everyday
He promises my pain will stay

I have a dead man in my bed
He keep his hand upon my head
His grip is tight, too tight for me
But nowhere else I’d rather be

I have a dead man in my house
Not a dog, cat, bird or mouse
I look into his hollowed eyes
And see not but pain and lies

I have a dead man yes I do
Though you may not think it true
I know I should not you see
Maybe that’s what wrong with me

I have a dead man right here
I should not hold him so dear
And when the dead away I give
Only then may I again live.